Under Cover of Night by Kenneth Vincent Walker

Under Cover of Night

Under cover of night

A cold chill ensuing;

Something wasn’t

Quite right, an eerie

Unsettling feeling, a

Strangeness lurking

In the shadows, in the

Hollow, a well hidden

Perpetrator, amid a

Faltering moonlight;

As billowing clouds

Obstruct the view of

No victimless crime

Obtrusive and askew

Twisted repeatedly in

Tightly held ligatures.